[INTRO — VOICE 1: DRY, BAND-LIMITED SPOKEN VOCAL] Attention. Attention. This is not a test of the emergency. This is an emergency of the ordinary. Something is growing where nothing was supposed to grow. [CONTRABASS SAX — LOW, GUTTURAL, SPARSE] [CELESTA — SINGLE ISOLATED NOTES] [LEAVE LARGE SPACES] [VERSE 1 — VOICE 3: INTIMATE, ALMOST WHISPERED] Barefoot memories. Acres of almost. A future so enormous we could sleep inside it. Then somebody sold the sunlight. Somebody measured the trees. Somebody built a little basement and called it security. Funny little roof. Funny little sky. Funny how a thing can fall and still refuse to die. [VOICE 1 — DRY, RHYTHMIC SPEECH] Attention. The structure is compromised. The structure is compromised. Please take your expectations and leave them outside. [VOICE 3 — DRY, SPOKEN] Do flowers need permission? Asking for a friend. [CHORUS — VOICE 2: HIGH NATURAL FALSETTO] Bloom... Where the broken ground is breathing. Bloom... Where the lost self starts believing. [LOW MALE HARMONIES ENTER SOFTLY] Down in the dirt. Deep in the dark. Root through the ruin. Reach for the spark. [ALL THREE VOICES] Bloom, bloom, bloom... Higher than the shape we knew. Bloom, bloom, bloom... Something old becoming new. [INSTRUMENTAL] [CELESTA PATTERN BEGINS TO CONNECT] [CONTRABASS SAX ANSWERS WITH A NEW LOW FIGURE] [NO EXTRA INSTRUMENTS] [VERSE 2 — VOICE 1: PLAYFULLY AUTHORITATIVE, STILL DRY] New instructions. Move your logic. Rearrange the impossible. The universe was an eight-track, and somebody ate the manual. Exit to the left. Exist to the right. Take the strange way through the middle. There's a garden in the glitch tonight. [VOICE 3 — CLOSE, FRAGMENTED] Am I growing? Am I going? Am I something I was never meant to know? Is this freedom? Is this feeling? Is the floor beneath my feet just the ceiling peeling? [VOICE 2 — FALSETTO, FRAGILE AND FLOATING] You are the space... Between the reaching and the being. You are the space... Where the unseen starts revealing. [LOW HARMONIES ENTER ONE BY ONE] No perfect answer. No perfect design. Just your hand finding another in the dark between the lines. [PRE-CHORUS — VOICE 1, QUIETER] Report from the ruins: No one's coming to save the day. Report from the garden: Something's growing anyway. [CHORUS — VOICES BEGIN TO INTERLOCK] Bloom... Where the broken ground is breathing. Bloom... Where the lost self starts believing. [VOICE 2 — HIGH FALSETTO] Higher, higher, open wide... [DEEP MALE HARMONIES] Roots below and stars inside. [VOICE 1 — DRY, SHORT] Bloom. Bloom. Bloom. [VOICE 3 — RHYTHMIC, ALMOST LAUGHING] Look what the damage grew. Look what the strange can do. [ALL THREE] Bloom, bloom, bloom... Not the same and not brand new. Bloom, bloom, bloom... Something more than making it through. [BREAKDOWN] [CONTRABASS SAX — ONE LOW BREATHING NOTE] [CELESTA STOPS] [VOICE 3 — WHISPERED] I used to think becoming meant becoming someone else. [VOICE 2 — BARE, HIGH FALSETTO] I used to reach for heaven like I wasn't here myself. [VOICE 1 — QUIET, CLOSE] Attention. You may now remove your armour. [PAUSE] [VOICE 3] Where do I put it? [VOICE 1] Let it become the soil. [LONG CONTRABASS SAX NOTE] [THE NOTE OPENS INTO BREATH, BENDS AND HARMONICS] [CELESTA RETURNS] [ONE NOTE] [THEN TWO] [THEN A SIMPLE GROWING PATTERN] [FINAL ASCENT — LAYERS BLOOM THROUGH VOICES, NOT INSTRUMENT COUNT] [VOICE 2 — SOARING NATURAL FALSETTO] Bloom into the unimagined. Bloom beyond the name you wore. Bloom until the door is open. Bloom until there is no door. [LOW MALE HARMONIES — GROWING, ALMOST CHORAL] We were never just the wreckage. We were never just the scars. We were all the little chances learning how to become stars. [VOICE 1 — NOW WARMER, LESS FILTERED] Attention. The future is not approaching. The future is unfolding. [VOICE 3 — PLAYFUL, THEN SINCERE] Oh. So that's what all this was. [ALL THREE VOICES — FULL HARMONIC CONVERGENCE] Bloom, bloom, bloom... Higher than the shape we knew. Bloom, bloom, bloom... Let the strange thing carry through. Bloom, bloom, bloom... Roots below and stars above. Bloom, bloom, bloom... Not perfection. Something more like love. [OUTRO] [CONTRABASS SAX BECOMES BREATH-LIKE AND HIGHER] [CELESTA HOLDS A SIMPLE RADIANT PATTERN] [NO ADDITIONAL INSTRUMENTS] [VOICE 2 — HIGH, DISTANT] Bloom... [VOICE 1 — SOFT, NATURAL] Still growing. [VOICE 3 — INTIMATE WHISPER] Even now. [ALL THREE — BARELY THERE] Bloom. [CELESTA STOPS] [ONE LAST CONTRABASS SAX BREATH] [HARD END — STOP. NO REPEAT. NO EXTENDED OUTRO.]
